fifty six

Vanessa’s POV

I sat in the tranquil garden, my heart heavy with sorrow as I watched from afar Dante and Willow, lost in a world of their own, oblivious to the pain they were causing me. The gentle breeze whispered through the trees, but its soothing touch couldn't ease the ache in my chest.

It's been almost two weeks since I last spoke to Dante, after he made love to me and left me in the room like it meant nothing to him, I had decided to avoid him at all cost. I spent most of my time in my room or the garden away from their nonsense but it seems like they are determined to rub it on my face today.

As they laughed and embraced each other, I felt a wave of sadness wash over me, no matter how hard I tried not to feel I just couldn't help it. I am madly in love with this man and there is nothing I can do about it. Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder why her, and why not me. What was so special about Willow that made him choose her? Doubts gnawed at me, eroding my self-esteem.

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